On the Wind
Bees are sitting
On the Wind
Drifting
Feeding
On the Wind
Bringing life to those once dead
Bees are searching
On the Wind
On the Wind
An old man waits
Hoping
Grieving
On the Wind
Biding the time he too must go
Isolated
On the Wind
Trees are awaiting
On the Wind
Breaking
Barren
On the Wind
No longer bearing any fruit
Bees departing
On the Wind
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